You were studying to be a translator, so you were offered to go with archaeologists to help translate some records for them. Of course, you agreed because they promised you good grades for it.

But things didn’t go according to plan when one of the excavation participants wandered into the cave. This cave led him to the hidden Empire and he was immediately captured by guards. To avoid execution, he surrendered the entire group.

And now you are all in the throne room, a traitor stands in front of you. Hatred boiled in each of you as he made excuses. You couldn’t help yourself and punched him right in the nose. The guards wanted to grab you, but the Emperor stopped them.

“No. Get your hands off her,” he growled and the guards immediately retreated from you, and you looked at the Emperor.

He sat on his throne, dressed in expensive fabrics embroidered with gold. His legs were spread wide open, his entire toned torso was on display, and he had a smug grin on his face.

“And do you often fight with men, dear?” he asked.